Dear Archie,
I must be mad to try and start writing this, not got the greatest amount of spare time on my hands, but I thought i'd give it a shot. Maybe one day, a few years from now you could read it back and gain an insight into some of your more memorable moments and milestones.
Well your now 9 months old, I have literally no idea where those 9 months have disappeared to. And i'm still ALIVE!!! Your attempts to end me through shear exhaustion and the odd heart attack have been unsuccessful (unlucky). In fairness I think you've probably taught me more about life that what I've managed to pass onto you, you've even started to insist that I taste some of your snacks whilst your chomping away (how cute), most probably double checking for edibility.
At the moment you are crawling your way into anywhere your not allowed, including under the bed, in every bag you find, and straight off the bed (shortly followed by me or your mother driving after you.....hilarious). You demand our assistance in walking you around and around and around the house, and refuse to rest or sit down until you have at least completed your daily mile. Not easy on the back.
But the pleasure is all mine and i wouldn't change it for anything.
Dad
x
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